Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.